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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! s. e/ V! j" D0 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, G- e+ [& l2 w5 G$ [+ y* @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 o: A# b2 ?7 |/ M5 l+ @, qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 i$ l) Q- S0 \- g* i) _ D4 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ L- k3 _5 b, i$ a) [2 F9 MHow you suffered for you sanity, ' |3 _* a# f, A
How you tried to set them free,
* ^$ o4 Q2 R; h6 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. q& X9 l6 ?2 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, n3 _% Y, r4 v3 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# H8 w; s* x Z- u, b/ E4 s0 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , _# p' ?( P, ?9 r2 Z1 P" U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# i {& _" i3 V0 E# gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g$ K; g8 I! I6 l: G2 G. p1 b& T3 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 {- @, m1 J6 O3 b4 F/ {4 r, KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) ?: @! C' D4 ], ]But I could have told you, Vincent, : g$ U7 |, v% B6 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 L* w5 w5 R$ ^
# b8 ]. d3 f+ `! c; ]+ f+ K; `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Z% [2 h# [1 }6 P0 L+ X) EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; B4 w: x! p5 G+ h+ L# `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( U/ q: |# {$ w# VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : j& w& _. U4 C0 q" R$ h6 \% p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) G2 b3 ?% S" Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
. ^8 E1 s4 `( Q$ j. r3 ZHow you tried to set them free,
! G1 c' E9 S! \8 ], \1 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, F. D+ r7 }# @
Perhaps they never will. |
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